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二

I couldn't pay attention in class. I wanted, no, I needed to see him.

I tugged at my uniform jacket while I put my stuff in my locker, praying for Jimin to talk to me, to come and see me.

I felt a small finger tap my shoulder lightly, and I knew who to expect.

I turned around, smiling. He was there. Still hiding his face.

Part of me wanted to see his features, but the other part of me didn't want to nudge him too much...

I've never had a real friend, someone who trusted me as much as I trusted them.

I knew I shouldn't get too attached, I knew I would probably get broken again. I had to limit myself, I had to distant myself, to avoid getting too atta-

"Hey, Jimin! How are you?" I asked, enthusiastic. Jimin's eyes were fully hidden with his uncut bangs and the rest of his face by him looking down.

I could only slightly see the shape of his nose and the highlight of his glasses, not mentioning his bangs.

"Hey," he simply muttered, gripping his backpack. I felt something tickle my heart after hearing his voice.

We remained silent for a few seconds, right before I closed my locker behind me and began slowly walking, to signal him we should go.

He followed me, still averting his gaze from mine.

I noticed how we were both standing in the rain, so I grabbed my umbrella and opened it over us.

He shook his head. "No, Taehyung, I- I'm good, don't worry about me-"

I grabbed his arm and lightly pulled him towards me, just enough for him to be under the umbrella.

He was silent for the majority of our way home, and I was a little bit worried.

Every time he approached his body to mine, my heart beat in my chest, and I couldn't stop it from doing so.

I closed my eyes.

Why are you doing this?! Why are you hitting me this hard, dad?!

My head suddenly hurt me, it suddenly exploded. I whimpered and shook my head, making it immediately stop.

"T-Taehyung?" I looked at him, cheeks flushed.

"Y-Yeah?"

I still couldn't see his face, although, I could sense his empathy.

"N-Nothing... You seemed lost." I smiled.

"Jiminie, you should cut your bangs," I pointed out. He was visibly embarrassed from the nickname I had given him. He shook his head from left to right.

"I really don't want to, I'm scared of... exposing myself." He stopped talking to cough. I bit my lip. Was he sick?

"Jimin, why do you think you're ugly?" I asked, thinking I may have been asking too much questions.

"I-I look bad, I really do. My cheeks are too chubby and my glasses make me look terrible.

It was when I heard that phrase, when I heard his statement, that I knew he wasn't like everyone else.

"I bet you look amazing," I said under my breath. He heard it and giggled.

We remained silent, clumsily walking down the Main Street of our area.

"I-If you would see my face, you wouldn't talk to me. I was lucky with you, I didn't show you my face yet..." he suddenly said. I looked up at him.